Happy Dreams Of Murder

I'll tell you what is wrong with meI hope you will not weepHappy dreams of marder are enchanting my nights sleep

Nothing wakes me late at night sedatives stopped all thatI wouldn't even wake up if you hit me with a batMy dreams are filled with bloodshed the massacre won't stopI can't restrain the pleasure i gain from spilling every drop

I've killed the guys who've pissed me off every worthless sotKilled Franks, and Jeffs, and many Bobs, and a guy whose name was LottMy method is machine gun as they lined up in their cuePerhaps they are all lawyers ...